The mother of all flamenco forms, Soleá carries the weight of centuries in its solemn compás. This is where flamenco bares its soul—a profound meditation on life, loss, and the human condition. The rhythm feels both ancient and immediate, like a heartbeat connecting past to present.

Born in Cádiz, kissed by sea breeze and salt air, Alegrías dances with infectious joy. The rhythm skips and plays, inviting celebration while maintaining flamenco's essential dignity. It's the sound of resilience—happiness earned through hardship.

If flamenco has a breaking point, it's Seguiriya. The irregular 5-beat pattern creates a sense of emotional vertigo, mirroring the instability of profound grief. This is raw, unfiltered emotion—the sound of a soul stripped bare.

The wild child of flamenco, Bulerías defies containment. It's spontaneous combustion set to rhythm—a celebration so intense it borders on chaos. The compás accelerates like a heartbeat in ecstasy, demanding improvisation and raw energy.

Without the stricture of compás, Taranta wanders like a soul in search of home. Born from the mines and landscapes of Eastern Spain, it carries the weight of the earth itself. The guitar becomes landscape, the voice becomes wind.